#impromptusong

[warblerxcaptain]

@impromptusong​ liked x for a starter

Hunter hated apologies, it was one thing that his father drilled into him. Never apologize. Okay maybe it wasn’t drilled into him but it was the example that was set and his father may not be a good person but it was one of the few lessons that Hunter didn’t mind carrying with him. But when the headmaster of Dalton told him that they were going to have to learn to get along with the New Directions or there would be more consequences, Hunter let a string of swear words out from under his breath. “Look I don’t want to be here and I know you don’t. So let’s shake hands, play nice and call it good.” 

[ofberryarchive]

@impromptusong​​ // s.c.

          ❛ i've heard about stretching myself as a singer, but i thought that meant stepping outside the broadway songbook! ❜

[multaes-arc]

𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐇𝐎𝐓,     𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘   𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃   𝐁𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐏𝐋𝐄   𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒   𝐀𝐒   𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄   𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒   𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐃   𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒.    cheryl   sizes   up   the   previous   HBIC,     unable   to   help   but   give   the   faintest   of   laughs.     it’s   tragic,    really.     quinn   fabray’s   fall   from   grace.     ❛    𝚒   𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎   𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜   𝚜𝚢𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜   𝚒𝚝’𝚜   YOU   𝚠𝚑𝚘   𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕   𝚋𝚎   𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚖𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛   𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚘?    𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢   𝚗𝚘𝚝,     𝚒’𝚖   𝚊   𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝   𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛.     𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚕𝚕   𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎   𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝   𝚝𝚘   𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛   𝚋𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚎   𝚘𝚏   𝚓𝚘𝚢   𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖   𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎   𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐,    ❜       there’s   a   malicious   pause,     smile   growing.     ❛   𝚘𝚑,     𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜   𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.     𝚖𝚢   𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎...     𝚢𝚘𝚞    𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎   𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛   𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍   𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.   ❜      hand   lifts,     long   tresses   of   auburn   flipping   from   one   shoulder   down   to   her   back.     she   clasps   her   hands   together,     chaos   officially   sewn.     cheryl   smiles.        ❛   anyways !!   𝚕𝚎𝚝’𝚜   𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑.   ❜  

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@impromptusong ------ SAM EVANS.

        jeff stops abruptly at the sight of sam, and he blinks once as he lets the sight of him sink in. he remembers him--- how could he not?--- from the new directions, remembers seeing him perform during competitions. he wants to lead with that and then move into the compliment, but like any normal teenage boy, his brain short circuits at the very last moment and he says, “you’re pretty much the most attractive guy i’ve ever seen,” when he approaches sam. 

       immediate panic settles into his chest.

[warblercaptain]

{ @impromptusong​ like x for sam }

“Look, “ he started, “The only reason I’m here, and asking this is because Dalton hasn’t really done anything about Hunter yet, despite finding out about the drugs. I need help getting him expelled.” He was looking to the good of the warblers, and honestly he was being a little selfish. But so far no one knew of the blackmail.

“I’d do it myself, but I need my name not attached,” he started, and before the thought even crossed his mind to tell the truth, he told a little white lie. “I’m still in hot water for last year, and I don’t want Hunter taking me down with him.”

He looked at Sam expectantly, “So will you help us, you can even dawn that super hero outfit, I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

[warblercaptain]

{ @impromptusong​ like x for blaine }

Sebastian was meeting Blaine for coffee, he was early mainly because he didn’t have anything til much later in the day, and had a free period for the last part of the school day. He decided to kill time and do homework. He only killed time. His mother thought it would be a lovely time to call him. It started civil, and in his car, by the time he actually got inside the coffee shop he was about two steps away from shouting. He was in public so he didn’t, he was also grateful that the greater portion of the state could not understand a word he was saying otherwise they’d be appalled at what was coming out of Sebastian’s mouth. Instead they just heard French and were slightly impressed.

He also ordered Blaine’s drink, hoping it would be just cool enough to drink by the time the other got there. Sebastian was getting more angry by the minute, his shoulders were tense, and honestly if he were in his dorm he’d probably end up crying, but that wasn’t a possibility at the moment. Then he noticed Blaine was actually in front of him, and he prayed that Blaine first, didn’t understand French, but more importantly did not see Sebastian utterly loosing his cool towards his mother. Sebastian quickly told his mother he had to go and said good bye to her before looking at Blaine firmly putting his phone in his pocket, ready to ignore any message he got.

His mask was one, anyone who looked at him would not know he just cut off an argument with his own mother. He gave Blaine a smirk ( that was really just a small and soft smile ), fully intending on ignoring what was going on his life in favor of the man before him, “You’re coffee good?” he asked first, then went on, “You good?”

[unitedleader]

you don’t have to go through this by yourself. from sam

misc.  angst

“ i just — wanna play football again , y’know ? “ he murmured, as he stared down at his feet. being kicked off the team really hurt him, when all he was really trying to do was help artie out. now he felt like he was back to being .. small. like he was nothing. not to mention karofsky and azimio had tore his letterman in half , leaving him to have his mom see if she can get it re-sewn or sew it herself.   

 still  ,    it   was   comforting   to  hear  sam   say  those  words.     “   thanks ,  “   he  murmured , offering  up  a  half - smile.